July 7

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world.

I THOUGHT it scorn with Thee to dwell A Hermit in a silent cell, While gaily sweeping by, Wild Fancy blew his bugle strain And marshalled all his gallant train In the world's wondering eye.

I would have joined him—but as oft Thy whispered warnings, kind and soft, My better soul confessed. "My servant, let the world alone-- Safe on the steps of Jesus' throne Be tranquil and be blest."

JOHN KEBLR

LOVE TRIUMPHANT